Romance Oscuro Novels & Stories

The specific hatred of a woman who had seen the full architecture, who had understood every layer of it, who had been inside it for months and had emerged from the dissolution with the filing intact, and who was lying in a sedative haze in a manor in Lancashire being chemically managed by a man who had done this before and would do it again if she did not find a way out. Perfect. Complete. Crystalline. And it burned through the pharmaceutical haze for one brief, clarifying moment, hot and clean and focused. In that moment, before the dark pulled me under, I hated Carlisle Brocandale with everything I had left. With the woman in the margin notes and the settlement letter against my hip and th

Was I that easy to read? “Mehnn…I love sluts.” That was Cinnamon. “Someone, get the blindfold.” Brown ordered before stroking my face and whispering “I don’t need your hands, your mouth will do. Do you understand?” I nodded. “But don’t worry, I will,” Green added. As if in a trance, I took my gaze to his erection and I couldn’t look away.” It was long and curvy….absolute perfection. I practically drooling until everything went dark….fuck blindfolds.

“And you’re soaked for it.” We move together like we’re fighting and fucking at the same time — angry, desperate, addicted. When I come, it’s with his name on my lips, shaking against the cold glass while the city lights sparkle below us. He follows soon after, burying himself deep and whispering dark promises against my neck. Afterward, we end up on the wide leather couch, my head on his chest as our breathing slowly evens out. Elara’s words echo in my mind. I shift slightly, tracing a scar on his abdomen.

His cologne lingered faintly in the air, dark wood, spice, something masculine and deeply expensive. And goodness, those brows. Thick, confident. Dangerous. As she walked closer, her eyes took their time tracing every feature of his face. He truly was handsome, there was no doubt about that. Now she understood why women everywhere tripped over themselves at the mere mention of his name. Why Queen couldn’t let go. Even with his rumored cruelty, Oswald Escobar was... captivating. She greeted, clearing her throat softly. “Good evening, sir.” Oswald nodded, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

Intimacy is the thing which binds two lovers with each other and makes their bond strong,but what was this. Inez eyes welled thinking about love and affection like she already lost something or someone ,who would have made her feel like a princess in the correct way...Not to make her that princess who can't live her life in her way only, being ruled by the king by himself ,she just has to obey her highness.... Loud goan broke her Terence and she again diverted her eyes to two shameless people...Scarlett was jumping on her own finger while sucking his cock,moaning but it didn't come out of her mouth because of him inside her dirty mouth...

I asked closing the crack from the window and coming to massage her shoulders, hoping she’ll be smart. “The Estela i know doesn’t back down from one failed attempt” I whispered into her ear watching her visibly shudder below me. “Yes well… I believe you’re right. Prepare the girl. I won’t be taking blood from her cunt this time.” ─❈─ AURELIA ─❈─ My pulse went wild with jittery anticipation as Romano slammed his mouth over mine, possessing me. His smell so different from Rafaele, invading me. Pain in the middle of my thighs forgotten, replaced with a weird sensation, I allowed myself to melt into him. The darkness and all making everything even more mad and forbidden.

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.

She only knew that she had never truly understood that man. Michael glanced at her fiercely. Christina clenched her fists as she bit her lips until they began to bleed. The bloody scent started to spread in her mouth. Christina did not want to get any closer to that man. She was extremely reluctant to do that. However, fate loved to tease humans. Underground lovers, what an embarrassing phrase! However, that might just be an opportunity for Christina as well. She could get pregnant once she had physical contact with him. “Alright! I’ll sign the contract!” Christina raised a pen as she wrote down her name at the bottom of the contract with shaky hands. Michael kept the piece of paper. He then

Why did you get so drunk? Romance him... How could I romance a man as rough and hard as you? Can I handle it? Can I really do it? I don't even know anything about that thing. How can I do it properly? “I guess, I will need to make some research about that.”

I don't know how I'd even go about achieving that but if that's going to be my role here I need to know. "We're hoping that he'll see you're not a threat and let us take you home. Having a vampire's favour isn't always a good thing." Paul is about to pick up his cards again and then freezes when I ask, "Why?" He tenses again, shaking his head to shut the question down. "Paul I need to know everything. Isn't it more dangerous keeping me in the dark?" "Tell her," Ivan interjects, agreeing with me. I wait silently and thankfully Paul answers me. "Having a vampire's favour is normally sexual, Rose. And it's usually brutal for the human who participates. Yes, they're given more freedom and are un